Born in 1923 in Deep Gap, Arthel Lane “Doc” Watson influenced generations of country, folk and bluegrass artists with his flatpicking approach to the guitar. Watson went blind at age one following an eye infection and quickly grew immersed in music thanks to his parents, who performed in the local church choir and sang secular and religious songs. By the age of five, Watson was playing the banjo and harmonica, and by 1953 he was playing electric for a local country swing band. Watson’s solo career took off following a performance at the Newport Folk Festival in 1963, as folk music was developing into a cultural phenomenon; he released his solo debut, Doc Watson and Family, that same year.
Watson won seven Grammys and received the Recording Academy’s Lifetime Achievement award in 2004. In 1997, then-President Bill Clinton presented Watson with the National Medal for the Arts, in recognition of his significant impact on national heritage music.
Best version ever - as someone thinking I am making a bit of progress with Travis picking I listen to this (I know it is flat picking) and after applauding, picking up my jaw from the floor bang my head into a wall and wonder how lord how?
And according to court records John Lewis was never convicted of the crime. But he only lived a few more years, so I guess there is some justice. Also we always visualize "little Omie" as being young and led astray by an older John Lewis when it may be, some question here, that she was older with one or two out of wedlock children already and Lewis was possibly in his teens at the time. This might explain the difficulty in getting a conviction.
Richard is a great guitarist in Doc's later years, but there was a total mind meld between Doc and Merle like nothing else. Maybe the Louvins, Buck Owens and Don Rich would be on the same plane. The two of them were just an instrument. Maybe my most played album of all time.
My little darlin', oh, how I love you How I love you, none can tell In your heart, you love another Little darlin', pal of mine [Verse 1] Many a day with you I've rambled Countless hours with you I've spent Thought I had your heart forever But I find it's only lent [Chorus] My little darlin', oh, how I love you How I love you, none can tell In your heart, you love another Little darlin', pal of mine [Verse 2] Many a night while you lay sleeping Dreaming of your rambler's eyes I'm just a poor boy broken-hearted Listening to the wind that sigh [Chorus] My little darlin', oh, how I love you How I love you, nonе can tell In your heart, you love anothеr Little darlin', pal of mine [Verse 3] There's only three things that I wish for THat's my casket, shroud, and grave And when I'm dead, don't weep for me Just kiss the lips that you betrayed [Chorus] My little darlin', oh, how I love you How I love you, none can tell In your heart, you love another Little darlin', pal of mine
Was just reading that thr song Pretty Saro orginated in England in the early 1700s and wad rediscovered in Appalachian. Amazing to think that this song pre-dates our country
